O Richmond, corpulent with opulence
and effluent with affluence, confess
that success is not access to excess,
but when our poorest poor have sustenance,
and wealthiest rely on providence.
Now let us ask the Lord our God to bless
our city's widows and the fatherless
by faith with charity as evidence.
Instead of grass, plant fruit trees, corn, and wheat,
and turn your pews to prayer rails for your cares
and stained-glass windows outward to the street
so passersby may turn from their affairs
to hear the Gospel, sit with us, and eat.
Then we will have the city of our prayers.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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